Once Bill Jewell had spotted Rosemary on his emotional periscope, he pursued her with unswerving determination. p275

For two joyful weeks, he had wooed her with every weapon at his disposal: French food, an American swimming pool and a British car with doors that wouldn’t open. Rosemary was in no mind to resist, and at the end of his sustained bombardment she had sunk, unresistingly, into Lieutenant Jewell’s arms. p276